By: Deniz Boloni-Turgut

The heat behind my eyes

The lump in my throat

My blood begins to boil

My head is throbbing

I open my mouth to speak

Outcomes, words of anger

Harsh things better left unsaid

Yelling, screaming


But finally,

All things must come to an end

The heat is gone

The lump has vanished

Yet, I feel worse now

Now that the words have been said

Driving someone to tears, is not something to brag

I am less now than I was

I am sad.